"Say it again, what's wrong with that?" Yang Baifu shouted with his neck stiff, "Are you trying to hit me or what?"
"If you dare to sling mud, I dare to hit you," Baixiang's face was flushed with anger, yet for the first time he stood up against his elder brother's contempt in defiance. In the past, he would have bowed his head in silence.
"Getting cocky now..." Yang Baifu stood up, "Now you dare to backtalk your fourth brother, huh..."
"Heh," Baixiang also stood, his naturally tall figure bolstered by years of physical labor, giving him considerable strength. Though he was lame, he was still half a head taller than Yang Baifu, "When have you ever shown respect to your elders?"
"You..." Yang Baifu, enraged, raised his hand to strike.
Baixiang, not to be outdone, grabbed his brother's arm and stared him down with furious eyes.
All of a sudden, Yang Baifu felt somewhat guilty; he knew he couldn't really win in a fight against his brother.
